Rigmarole Poems | Examples

Folderol Gallimaufry

At the risk of coming off turgid
I offer this tale esoteric
Hoping it’s not found insipid
Nor causes one to be apoplectic
But rather received with alacrity
Without the need for paroxysm
My word there’ll be no chicanery
And avoidance of anachronism
Far from being sesquipedalian
Nor need for any razzmatazz
The tale of the slubberdegullion
Who thought himself full with pizzazz
Though being so supercilious
His affect stirred only dudgeon
Any good was so very fugacious
From this untoward tatterdemalion
Yet still he persisted a mumpsimus
If you will, and worse a panjandrum
So aggravating and rumbustious
Redeeming qualities not a modicum
An unquestioned snollygoster
Given to being quite vagary
An ill-reputed hugger-mugger
And a voice of such cacophony
But I see that you are insouciant
And consider my warning malarkey
Since you wish to be recalcitrant
My apologies for being persnickety
I end my tale of the rapscallion
Without further ado or rigmarole
Avoiding becoming ultracrepidarian
I have met my supererogatory parole

When I stumbled upon Alice's hole

When I stumbled upon Alice's hole,
I felt an overwhelming joy envelop my soul.
With little fear of harm or peril,
I could now crawl into the tale of Lewis Carroll,
and be an eyewitness to that fantastical rigmarole.

Adagio

Rigmarole and bagels? Chewy.
Foolishness is hard to swallow;
Wrought iron gates of the cafe,
served up fresh with adagio;

Rippin’ through all that ivory,
nursing an Americano;
The musician in the archway
served up fresh with adagio;

Relax into the melody 
seeping from the old piano;
It looks like such a rush to play,
served up fresh with adagio;

Cotton smile the vibe’s so easy,
good coffee is an instant flow;
They come for a sip and then stay,
served up fresh with adagio;

Framed with an untarnished palm tree,
a vampire-owned business will grow;
Dusk or dawn breakfast is all day, 
served up fresh with adagio.

SIGIL

SIGIL

It makes no sense, nor ever will
I felt that misty morning chill
Tense, like the strings of a guitar
An experience, quite bizarre
A void that nobody could fill

Weary from slumber yet so still
As my thoughts I must now distil
Life is just etching on my soul
It makes no sense

Any scent of lilacs is nil
No inspiration for my quill
The hidden words I can’t cajole
I sigh at pointless rigmarole
Meaning now a mere codicil
It makes no sense

Psychopathica

Subtle it's subversion it just catches the eye.
Can't tell which diversions really the greater lie.
Take caution it's pervasive yet it goes undetected.
Subconsciously persuasive now your mind is infected.
Unknowingly you've now become part of the collective.
Working towards your own downfall is the directive. 
Everyone's unique but that dare not be expressed.
Step outside the lines and find you're being oppressed.
Question the insanity you're seen as defective.
Grow your mind on clarity and gain some perspective.
The powerful are driven by a need for control.
Empathy is weakness basically rigmarole.
Feeding the division to keep everyone confused.
Far from idle hands are puppeteering the used.
Shadow games the projections are finely curated.
Join the dots the picture shows it's all fabricated.

Body Ails Yet Spirit Soars

 

I have spent my life in tormenting pain,
from activities I must just refrain;
oh, the aching, throbbing, and agony,
but, I endure, I cope and don't complain.

I find tranquility in fantasy,
in the penning of divine rhapsody;
in the harmony of spirit and soul,
and I find peace . . .  at the art gallery.

Courage and the strength of me is my goal,
I ignore aching and pain's rigmarole;
with resolve I control my emotion,
my spirit-  with mind and body console.

I let my words soar over the ocean,
on white paper I pour my life broken;
I have spent my life in tormenting pain,
like a bird I rise, drift-   never frozen.

Womans Desire

Woman’s Desire

What’s all this rigmarole and claptrap 
About the man being the only one thinking of sex?
Well, truth be known,
A woman, skin deeply eager, thinks much of it too…
Once leaving the job, after 
The shopping; the vaccuuming; the cooking; the pots,
Pans, and dishes; after the childrens’
Homework, meals, baths, and good-night kisses;
Once the cat  and dog have gone out and in
Twice, been fed, and cooed over while petted;
After inquires about her spouse’s work, complaints,
And  wishes;  after the phone calls to people of concern;
After checking the bank account, new emails, and 
Cleaning out her handbag; counting out lunch monies;
Preparing the morrow’s snacks and clothing; writing
The lists of to-do’s and schedules;  and, preparing medications…
Afrter all that, following ten minutes of rest
 In a cushioned chair,
Among the first wishes of her long-patient body,  
Is for some time to linger, living
Pleasure’s  words whispered by her passion’s tongue.
A woman desires to lay felt and feeling sensuously
With her beloved, warm and spent, 
Close to sleep at her side.


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(c) sally young eslinger 9/16/2023

Have a Word With Yourself Coward

Sit yourself down

And have a good long hard

Word with yourself

You yellow bellied coward

So involved with yourself

You are not the only person

Who has problems

Far greater than you

The only difference is

Unlike you they don't

Wollow in their own self pity

They take it on the chin 

Roll with the punches

And carry on regardless 

Without the theatrical rigmarole

And so should you

If you weren't a superfluous dilettante

Under the totally misguided illusion

The whole world revolves around

You and you alone

The Missing Piece

You're the missing piece that completes my soul
I would not exist if it weren't for you,
for together, we make each other whole.

Before you, my life felt like a sinkhole
being swallowed, with no one to cling to,
you're the missing piece that completes my soul.

We're two hearts sharing one dream and one goal
the moment we met, our wishes came true,
for together, we make each other whole.

You've never asked for nor taken control
and have never cheated or withdrew
you're the missing piece that completes my soul.

We fell in love without the rigmarole
of doubt, a love experienced by few,
for together, we make each other whole.

Mere actors on life's stage, fate chose a role
that encompasses everything we do.
You're the missing piece that completes my soul,
for together, we make each other whole.

Poverty

Poverty sneaks
through her wet garment
on the terrace

she talks to herself cursing
the day she was born and left
to negotiate truths
of gender, sex and adulthood

in the middle class
one-room apartment
physical rigmarole
buries sick delight
hope of wellness
fast and Sunday mass

sink into dusk
and darkness eats
into her silence


--R K Singh

Saga of Cyber World

**Rigmarole of Computer Science**

A world of all practical reality,
Full of quantity with various quality,
An online environment with multiple facilities,
Plays a dominant role in every activity...

Strategies and technologies,
Count it with phone, radio, telex,
Developments and informatics,
Including television, photographs and graphics...

Digital systems with advanced concepts,
Makes our life almost perfect,
Whether it's computing the uncountable,
Or doing the impossible...

Not just a boon for the whole universe,
The world is also dealing with it's curse,
Hard to understand but make people curious,
The brightest, the smartest yet most dangerous...

Pushing businesses to another level through networking,
Shopping, travel, payments or brand building,
Data storing and electronic representation,
Consider social media and interactive stimulation...

Humiliating virtually or false dishonouring,
Be it cyber frauds or cyber bullying,
Such actions are deliberate and done repeatedly,
Can cause great harm, so be aware and use carefully...

Written by- Rashmi Kaushik
#MyDynamicEmotions

Old-Fashioned Alchemy

Rigmarole in a Daytime Dream 
The terrain we seek

The nightmare that divides
Charcoal textures

Ghostly halo
Healing elixirs
Tries to clear her eyes


Traditional poetic alchemy
Creative space 
A tapestry of emotions

But they are already unfold
Swimming

In unconventional ways
Being.

Intertwining and resonating with each other 
The essence of beauty
Traces of Truth

Written: January 24, 2023

Misery Loves Company

On the streets of indifference 
we walk paths of human foibles. 
do our negatives outweigh our positives? 
can you leave your reactive bags aside
for a newness void of practical plentifuls? 
It’s been said, Those who do not learn from the 
past are doomed to repeat it.
Zombies trapped in a living casket of 
intrepid choices, Ego centered choices
stifling of present presents, a new now
forgiveness, letting go of events gone. 
Consider a peaceful transition to a 
fruitful future. Make amends, take 
the high road, douse all petty post 
blame, forgive, forget. Live free or 
die in your rigmarole afflictions. 
Get with the program, 
Time waits for no one.

I Feel Your Love

I feel your love reaching out to my soul,
fueling flames of passion in my heart.
I didn't dare dream I could ever feel whole:
yet I fell for you from the very start.

Though tears may fall, we'll never drift apart:
for two became one when love took control.
And whenever our dreams need a kick-start,
I feel your love reaching out to my soul.

Even on days that seem as dark as coal,
Love brings us closer together, sweetheart.
I'll never forget that first kiss I stole:
fueling flames of passion in my heart.

You offered me all that love could impart;
not just an actor with a minor role.
And before hope gave my heart a jumpstart,
I didn't dare dream I could ever feel whole.

I felt all caught up in life's rigmarole;
seeking my soul's elusive counterpart.
Love once felt like an impossible goal,
yet I fell for you from the very start.

When I'm safe in your arms, all doubts depart:
you like country; I prefer rock-and-roll.
I doodle, you appreciate fine art,
yet when holding hands on a moonlit stroll;
I feel your love.

Helps To Pass the Time Away

Some moment dreaming the middle of a day
Some hopeful dreamt touched spiritness
In sometime of a while you spent
Some place of a time when you touched
The fleeting ghosts in rightful pursuits of happiness
As a wistful sigh escapes your breath
Wafted upon a memory of where you'd rather be
Preferably not where here is this day

Help to pass the time away
Some day you say
Some day I will hold that hope
Hold it whole in my grateful heart

Echo humdrum carries on
It's ever demanding rigmarole leads you on
Scrimp and save, saves the holiday
Each tiny eked out momentary
To wish for a life better than this

Some blink of an eye dreamt in a day
Lingered on its wishful rememberance
When peaceful never was a struggle to be
Where living it in life
Is the rightful pursuit of happiness

Helps
To pass the time away
Your time away
Dream a wish for another life
Sigh then and hope it comes to pass
In the life you have

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